x.X.You..Can't..Take..Me.X.x

[[R].ebel]

OOC - to endless - : I guess we'll say that they decided to just wait til fall to tie the two together. It would help with the weather change and stuff.

BIC:

A large black stallion stood tied to the formittable post, head low and black mane covering his face. But through the creases of his mane, his eyes could be seen, the fight to stay free still burning in them. Nothing coulb break this stallion and Joe Peterson could feel it.

He watched from a distance, arms crossed over a fence, eyes focused on the stallion. Supposedly, he was waiting for a buddy of his to show up with a broken mare who could possibly teach his un-mannered stallion a lesson or two. Joe knew that the stallion had almost escaped over the summer and the spring... he didn't know how much longer the stallion would stay in the fort.

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**[ooc; sorry I vanished; went on vacation a day early so didn't get to post about it :/]**

<sup>Edward Levi walked slowly, mechanically, with nerves battered. he near walked sideways, for he did not trust the mare enough to turn his back on her. but his pace was so slow because the tobiano fought him every step of the way. a small rear or crow-hop every now and then, but mostly just walking slowly and stubborn as any mule. his normal help was no where to be found, so process was very slow. eventually he made it to a sturdy fence, attached some hobbles and ropes, and mounted. he could feel the mare's muscles tense immediately, but she remained still. he sat atop for a few long minutes until someone noticed them and came over to give them a hand. first the ropes -though kept two and tied them to the saddle- then the hobbles. still the mare remained both still and silent. he took a breath, then clucked to her softly. long legs shifted, head was tossed, and then she took off. running as if blind, she bucked hard for a short time, then broke down to mainly crow-hopping. he remained attached, and soon enough the paint slowed to a reasonable trot.

Risque had a feeling of what the day was to bring. of course, she could never comply or give them the easy way out. fighting every minute, as usual. perhaps a trickle longer, seeing as the cooler wind was more refreshing than a baking sun. but she knew their tricks and eventually succumbed simply because she was curious. almost of her own accord, she leaped over a small jump comprised of hay bales, before making her way over to the tied horse. in an instant she recognized him; the too-stubborn charcoal stallion that would surely die unless he learned some discipline. the sooner he gave them an inch the sooner it would be over with and life would immediately grow easier. that said, the more he fought the harder his routine would become. he didn't have to become a child's pony nor a pack horse; just to become part of the string. and with his reputation, surely he would not be sought after? and if he kept this up, she felt he would soon have lead between his eyes, or his manhood removed in an effort to quell him. tainted limbs halted somewhat near the brute, only a snort any kind of greeting. the monster upon back uttered some noise, though she paid him little mind. only a half-interested eye watched the obsidian mass and pondered why she had been brought near him</sup>[/sup]

[[R].ebel]

OOC: It's okay... I don't have much of a muse though... and I probably won't post very often anymore until I feel better...

BIC:

Joe raised his head as he saw the man and horse make thier way over. This was gonna be the last straw for him. If this couldn't break the horse, nothing else would. He sighed, looking over to the un-beaten stallion in thought, wondering if it would even work. He looked back to Edward, saying

"Are you sure you want to risk you horse for this?"

Duke looked over to the mare as the man spoke, ears pricked forward. He snorted, determination never leaving his eyes.





OOC: my muse is just simply gone...

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^{**[ooc; its okay. my muse isn't terrific either]**}

At the other's words the faintest of smiles crept to lips. putting Risque in danger? that was a contradictory statement within itself. so, after adjusting his stetson atop his hair, voice sounded

I'm not worried about her at all

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The tobiano shifted uneasily, tossing nicely built cranium into the litho. frame sidestepped a bit, agitated as always with having a human astride. as of now she paid little to no attention to the midnight stallion or anyone's plans but her own[/size]

[[R].ebel]

Joe nodded his head and walked into the corrale, slipping a halter on over the black stallions head. The stallion made no move to fight this as he was used to the halter now, though he still didn't like. Ears stayed pinned flat against his head as Joe moved him carefully towards the mare.

"Alright. Whenever your ready..."

Duke cocked his head in slight curiosity as what they were doing but the flame that burnt continuously in his eyes for freedom never gave way.